A red-roofed house is shining to the skies; <br />A house red-roofed and brilliant in the wind: <br />A house of colour filled with wandering eyes; <br />And all the eyes are blind. <br /> <br />A gentle sound of moving fills each room: <br />A sound of hands, - dumb hands that touch and pry: <br />A sound of fingers feeling in a tomb <br />Before they close and die. <br /> <br />A hundred windows face long rows of flowers- <br />Long rows of flowers, and flowers that sway and dance <br />Where lidded eyes can gaze for hours and hours; <br />Blue eyes that shut in France.<br /><br />Leon Gellert<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blind-81/
